[ Noctis' frown deepens, a mirror of Prompto's own. There are several pieces of this puzzle missing -- but the problem is, he doesn't know which parts. Something's wrong, and the look on his best friend's face reveals it well enough, which makes him step forward just a little, intent to find out just what it is. ]
What about it?
[ They're going to sort out Altissia first, right? And then --
-- and then it comes to him, and Noctis stiffens, something cold curling in the pit of his stomach. ]
Why are you in Gralea -- no, how long ago was Altissia for you?
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What about it?
[ They're going to sort out Altissia first, right? And then --
-- and then it comes to him, and Noctis stiffens, something cold curling in the pit of his stomach. ]
Why are you in Gralea -- no, how long ago was Altissia for you?